The fire in my veins is turning my skin blazing hot. His head is coming down, and I close my eyes, expecting a kiss, but Ezra grabs my wrists instead and pulls them behind my back. He ties the leather handcuffs together securing them over my ass on a chain and then pulls on the ring dangling off the choker around my neck. I fall forward, face on his hard shaft.
“Such a cock-hungry little chick.” His smirk turns into a wicked one. “Now, suck it like you’re starving for my cum,” he growls possessively.
I push back, but it’s hard to find my balance in this position with my hands restrained behind my back. Did I really fit all of him in my mouth yesterday? It was brief; he didn’t actually let me blow him properly, and that’s what I want to do this time. But are unskilled blowjobs still good?
I move my legs a little until I feel steady on them, and then lower my face. Without my hands, I can’t pull it toward me, so I lick the head first, tasting his salty precum, and then take it into my mouth. My tongue twirls around it as I suck at the same time. It fills my mouth, hard and smooth, delicious. My own cock is dripping as I take more of him inside, bobbing my head, encouraged by his low grunts.
My mind is clouding from the intoxicating mix of Ezra’s intimate scent and flavor. I want more. My head goes further down, welcoming more inches inside. I work slow and steady until I get all of that hot column of flesh down my throat. I halt and squeeze the muscles around it, enjoying his loud hissing.
He suddenly pulls my head back until only his tip is in my mouth. I lift my gaze. Ezra is giving me a hooded gaze but sounds accusing when he asks, “Is my cock really the first one you’ve sucked?”
I pull off to nod my head. His heavy eyes flicker between mine and then fall on my mouth. A second later, he guides me back on his dick. “You were fucking born for it.”
His words ignite a fire deep down, where I am empty and wanting. His hand covers the back of my head, fisting my hair, and I instantly know what is about to happen. So I loosen my jaw and relax my throat.
As though he can feel my surrender, he growls, “Fucking born to choke on my dick.”
I would moan a yes, but my mouth is full of him. His fingers tangle even tighter in my hair, shy of pain, to hold me in place as his hips thrust up, and he starts to fuck. I gag a few times, and my eyes are watering as he pushes deeper into my throat, but he doesn’t slow down. I moan around him to urge him on as he drives his shaft back and forth, flexing and thrusting. His breath is coming in short, sharp pants.
His head falls back, and he keeps groaning, tendons straining in his neck, lips curled up, teeth gritted. It turns me on so much my dick aches, and I feel my nails digging into my palms. I wish I could touch myself and get some relief.
Ezra deepens the angle, filling my mouth before halting. “See if you like this.”
A low groan leaves me, and it’s my turn for my eyes to roll in my head. Holy gods. His foot is on my throbbing dick, stroking it. The sensation is weird and too intense, his toes are rubbing it,pressing on my balls, sliding up to the tip. Utter bliss is shooting up and down my length and spreading to my entire body. I grow more desperate, and my sudden strangled cry is muffled by his cock as I begin to come. I can’t see him anymore, only white light as I shake with the force of the climax.
Ezra lets out a guttural groan, pushing his hips tighter against my face as my throat works around him. My orgasm fades, and I try to pull off his dick, but he forces me down to it, making me squeak. The fingers in my hair clench and curl. I’m still riding the blissful aftershocks from the amazing orgasm he gave me, so he can do whatever he wants; I’d even thank him for it later. After a few seconds, his hips stutter and his cock swells impossibly large in my mouth.
“Feed on my cum.” His voice is nothing more than a guttural groan.
I swallow around him, unable to talk, taking him as deep as I physically can. And he comes down my throat in thick ropes. He releases hard, and I get every drop. It’s thicker than I imagined, and salty. I do my best to swallow it all, but there’s too much, and it spills out of the corners of my mouth, dripping down his shaft and coating my chin.
He pulls out, scoops up his jizz from my lower face and forces my mouth open with his finger. His thumb presses on my tongue and he stares while he pushes his jizz inside.
“Eat it all.”
My dick jerks at his command, and I realize how much I love to do this with him. He is still staring at my cum-full, open mouth, eyes filled with dark satisfaction.
He finally releases the lock he has on my head, and I pull back, swallowing his intimate juice. I drop onto him, head on his thigh, a half-crazed laugh leaves my lips. His cock is still hard, and it jolts once more, releasing another weak spurt of cum. I want to lick it off his skin, but I can’t move.
Holy shit, I did it. I hum in contentment as he pets a big hand over my head for a moment. Then he grabs a bottle of water from the bed and takes a big sip. I’m thirsty too, and just when I’m about to ask him to release my hands, he tilts my head up and, forcing my lips open, he lets the water fall into my mouth. Holy shit. This man makes me feel too much.
“Can I have more?” I ask, feeling suddenly very thirsty. He does it again, licking inside my mouth and sucking on my tongue, grunting with satisfaction. Does he like the taste of his cum on me? The thought makes my dick jerk.
He tosses the bottle on the sheets and grabs something else. A leather belt similar to the ones across my body, but there’s a ball in the middle…a ball gag!
My dick goes stiff in half a second as he dangles it between his fingers near my face. I always wanted to try it. He witnesses my excitement and lets out that sexy growl that seems to saygood boy. I tilt my head with a little effort and adjust myself until I’m again kneeling between his legs.
“Open,” he orders me, and I oblige, parting my lips and letting him push the ball in. It sits between my jaws, holding my mouth open. It’s soft and not as big as the ones I saw in porn, but it makes it hard to swallow. He secures the straps behind my head and asks me if it’s too tight. I shake my head, and he brushes his thumb over my stretched upper lip for a moment.
“If it gets to be too much, push your tongue against the ball; it’ll slide out and I’ll take it off.”
Oh, I didn’t know I could do that. I nod.
He drops his arm and helps me up into a standing position. Then he moves closer to the center of the bed and leans down, hands behind his head, somehow looking like a bloodthirsty predator even though he’s belly up.
He is all mine to watch now. Broad shoulders and a muscled torso, faint silvery scars over his skin, the sharp V leading to that massive cock. All mine indeed. As I meet his gaze, I swallow, or try to—my throat feels horribly dry even though I’m salivating like hell with this ball stuck in my mouth. His stare is intense as always, with a gleam that promises more than I could ever imagine. He leaves me so off-balance, has since the moment we met.
“Come to me.” The rumble of his voice vibrates inside of me.
